My Hot Stepfather novel Chapter 9

Vanilla

“If you have only one day left in your life, what will you do?” Jack asked me out of blue, making my eyes squeeze and come back from my zone.

“What?” I asked in curiosity. I didn’t even know what I was thinking of. I didn’t notice that our class was finished.

He repeated with a serious tone this time. “What would you do if you figured out that you only have one day left in your life?”

I chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t know.” For some reason, I tensed for that question. I stood up and grabbed my books, annoyed.

He pulled my arm, stopping me and stared at me emotionlessly. “What’s the matter?! It's supposed to be a fun question.”

I raised an eyebrow and slammed my books angrily to the desk “Oh yeah? Then tell me what you would do? Give me your answer.” I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at him coldly.

He cupped my cheeks and smiled lightly. “I would choose to be with you.”

I laughed hysterically, mocking his fake facial expressions. “What the fuck Jack?! You are a badass actor. Do you know what? You are not like my dad for sure. He never lies.” I pushed his hands away and grabbed my books storming, out of the classroom to the lockers. I shoved the books inside and hurriedly called Dave. He answered from the first ring as he normally does. “Dad, please come and pick me now.” I was talking in a breathless tone as if I was running and panting.

“Vanilla! What’s the matter? Do you feel sick again? The flu or the fever?” Dave worriedly asked me. I could hear the noises of his steps, already walking.

He asked me but at the same time, he didn’t waste a minute talking. Once I call, he comes for me without thinking twice.

Sometimes I feel selfish because I never ask him first where he was or what he was doing. I just interrupt and fuck up his meetings all the time.

“No nothing. I just don’t feel okay. I want to go anywhere else to hang out, eat something. Please send me the driver or anything.” I tried to explain to him but actually, I was saying nonsense.

But even so, he asked me, “Why a driver? I’m coming for you now. Ten minutes and I will be in the parking lot of the school.”

I sighed in relief. “Thank you dad.” And we hung up.